It feels weird to write this. No interior monologues. No assasination chatter. No Cavalier confessions. No Jesuits(I take that back...McCoy's got that story. He just doesn't talk about it like FP.)

“How could I possibly be offended by that?” Lenny asked sardonically.

“Well, some people have the crazy idea I don’t have any manners. That I just shoot my mouth off anywhere, but when it’s important, I have manners, like I don’t remember your name, Detective...”Miss Chase had decided Lenny meant that straight. She aimed a dazzling smile at Logan.
“Logan. Like Boston Airport,.
” Briscoe couldn’t believe it. His partner had to know how young this girl was, but he was still pulling out the crooked smile bit.

“Excuse us,” Lenny said.

“What? Why are you busting my hump?”

“You just can’t stop yourself, can you?”

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

”Well, I’ll just be here to make sure “hump” stays a noun, if you get my drift. I’ll talk to Lolita the Next Generation, you interview Giles.”

Logan went off into the back with the librarian. Briscoe sat at one of the tables with Miss..Chase, it said on her I.D.

“Where’s Detective Logan?”
“I sent him out to prevent a felony.”

”That’s good, I guess. What was I saying?”
“Talking about your manners,’ Lenny said, dryly. “Right. Giles doesn’t know everything. I mean, sure, he’s English, but he’s also Secret Life Guy. I wouldn’t call that classy.” “Whoa. Secret life? What kind?”

”It’s this whole big thing...he’s Buffy’s Watcher, and teaches her how to catch monsters and be a big freak. He gets hit in the head a lot though...I guess he’s better at the bookwork part."

I am loving this, erika! You have Lenny's voice down perfectly.

It's cause I'm so feminine and trusting.

Hee!

Heheheheheh.

Virgin ears.

Hedheheheh.

I don't think even Lenny's ears are virgin.Do you?

I seriously doubt it.

Would it be alright if I posted another little short thing I cooked up last night?

Between confessions, barfly chit-chat, and Gwennie? Nuh uh.